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So I’m stewin’, right? Angry as hell—why’s this gotta be so complicated? Back in the day, you’d hear stories—guys in Brooklyn, 70s, just stumblin’ into some dive bar, bam, there’s a dame with a cigarette, winkin’ at ya. Now? Now it’s all encrypted chats and “discreet encounters”—what am I, a spy? I’m not cut out for this! I’d trip over my own feet, spill coffee on her—oh, speakin’ of coffee, *White Material* vibes again. “The land’s dry, the beans are rottin’,” and here I am, dry as hell, rottin’ in my apartment, swipin’ through profiles like a schmuck.

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But then, I get a call from my boss. He’s like, “Where’s the promo material?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in Vizzini! Chill!” But he’s not having it. I’m running around like a headless chicken, trying to find Wi-Fi to send him the stuff. I end up in some café on Via Vittorio Emanuele. The Wi-Fi is slower than a snail on vacation. I’m losing it!

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